My Fake Billionaire Damaged Boyfriend
Chapter 13

Izzy

I wipe my eyes for the millionth time, turning over in Dimitri’s bed.

We slept together once, and I guess we’re just calling it a fluke for now, but the idea of sleeping alone, even in this fortress of an apartment, has my heart running laps in my chest.

His voice raises in the next room, and I can’t stand the back and forth much longer. I’m wearing one of his shirts that I stole out of the closet, so I take the fuzzy blanket with me and pull it around me like a shield.

The living room is packed with men, and nothing but men, all of whom glance over towards me with some kind of knowing look in their eyes. Dimitri is mid-yell, and possibly mid-curse, his anger palpable from across the room until he turns and spies me in the hallway opening from his bedroom.

Weaving through the crowd, he ushers me backward a few paces, his hands clamped warmly against my arms, “Hey, Kitten. What’s wrong?”

It’s almost scary how easily he’s able to climb down from his mountain of ire and return to the meadows of mellow below. Even with the whiplash of his emotions, I reply with, “You’re yelling, Dimitri. You can’t be upset about this now. There’s nothing we can do.”

“I’m going to get your purse back, and the flash drive,” he assures me, “Just tell me, did Alek mention the music we flooded into the coding before?”

I think over the long workday I’ve had, and the even longer night that has followed, “Yeah, he did. He was upset, but he didn’t ask me to do anything about it.”

His eyes narrow with a knowing look, “He probably had his suspicions. That’s why he had those guys take your purse, and my phone.”

“Well, is yelling at these guys going to make it any better?”

His throat swells as he swallows hard. He turns briefly, flicking his wrist into the air and causing a stampede. The men who don’t pile into the elevator, replace the stairwell, and the place clears out in a little under a minute. Turning back towards me, his body eases slightly, and I know he’s forcing himself to relax when he really doesn’t feel like it.

“Sorry,” he sighs. “You’re right. I was just aggravated, that’s all.”

“Why? Because Alek will know it was me? I’ll take the fall for this, Dimitri. I don’t mind.”

“You’re not taking the fall for anything. We’re going to get those things back, and if we don’t, then we’re going to double down. We aren’t in some conspiracy against Alek. We’re just dating, and if anything, we’re being framed.”

My lips purse curiously, “Okay, we can do that. He obviously believes that we’re dating, but I know he doesn’t trust it fully. He is going to replace the flash drive and that’s going to be pretty damning.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know how to use it. He needs you for that, and you’re not going to help him.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t,” I say firmly.

He seems slightly more at ease now than before. His hand caresses my cheek, and he smiles softly as he leans forward to k**s my temple tenderly.

I melt into the sensation, almost feeling like a real couple for once.

“You should go back to bed, Kitten,” he whispers, “I’m going to do a little work and crash on the couch. I’ll just be fuming for a few hours.”

“Fuming? Why is that?”

He shakes his head at first, but then he backtracks and adds, “When I was young, my father ran this company. My mother even had a hand in the tech world, and they were pioneers. Which was great for me, I had the best teachers I could ask for, but it had its downsides.”

I lean into his chest slightly, enjoying this new and vulnerable side of Dimitri that I haven’t seen before.

He continues, “I had the best teachers, but they never let go of the reigns. I had to constantly be monitored and corrected, even if I got the right results—they would correct me on how to show my work and get to the right answer. They made me feel as if I wasn’t allowed to ever get out of control, and that was constant throughout my childhood. So tonight, and letting those bastards go—I felt like I was losing it again.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, “I wish I could do something to help you feel in control again.”

“It’s not your place to help me feel anything, Kitten. I am in control of my emotions, and that’s how it is going to stay. Now, go back to bed and get some sleep. I’ll have one of my guys stop by your apartment and get a second key from the maintenance man because yours was stolen; that way you can go home in the morning to change for work.”

I nod as he turns and leaves for the couch, my heart trailing behind him on a leash. I know he said it’s not my job to help him feel anything, and he just wants to be in control again, so while I should follow his instructions and return to bed, I decide against it.

Dropping the blanket on the floor around my ankles, I let the fluffy material puddle on the ground while Dimitri plops down haphazardly into the couch. I undo the buttons of his shirt, and let it fall as well, only now his eyes drawing up my naked, shivering body.

“What are you doing, Kitten?”

Swallowing my many nerves, I reply with, “I want to give you control, Dimitri.”

His brows pinch. “Oh, yeah? And how is you being naked going to do that?”

“Be in control,” I gust, “You can have all the control in the world right now. I want you to have it.”

He leans forward, his elbows on his knees while he drinks me down like a glass of cold water in the blistering summer, “Really, now?”

“Yes, now.”

There’s a quick jerk against his zipper, letting me know that he loves what he sees right now. Instead of coming forward, he only leans backward into his seat, his knees parted while he gestures me forward with his fingers.

Heat builds between my thighs as I stalk forward, standing right against his knees while his eyes are stuck on mine. He could be admiring any part of my body right now, and I’d let him have every part necessary to comfort him, but instead, he points to the ground.

I don’t need a translator to know what he wants now. I melt to the ground on my knees, trapped by his widened legs. He undoes the zipper of his slacks, and his e******n props outward without needing to be helped. The size is daunting from this angle, but it doesn’t stop me from leaning forward.

His hand catches my scalp, gently pulling my hair to leverage my chin up so his lips can meet mine.

“At my command, Kitten,” he whispers into my mouth, “Slowly, okay?”

I nod with his reasonable wishes and lean forward to slowly take his c**k into my lips. I hold my breath while I swallow his length, nearly having to jump back to keep from gagging alive, but his hand in my hair has returned with a vengeance. He steadies my pace, my depth, and everything else while I begin to service him with my tongue and lips.

As though his m***s and gasps of pleasure weren’t enough to tell me I’m on the right track, the warm pre-ejaculate in the back of my throat is an even better sign. He leads me at his will for as long as he can stand it, his knees shivering before he decides he’s too close to come, and too tempted to allow it to happen.

His restraint is better than mine—clearly.

He pulls me up off the floor, in turn yanking my mouth off the base of his d**k, and all at once I’m on the couch, bent forward while he’s sizing up the sticky heat of my core from behind. He doesn’t scurry off for a condom this time, pressing inside my s*x with so much vigor that a scream pulls from my lips.

It’s mixed in some pain, but mostly pleasure, his hands kneading my a*s while he thrusts into me methodically. I replace myself inching back with every push of his h**s, meeting him halfway in a crescendo of ecstasy, and a wonderful blur of delight.

“F**k,” he snarls, his speed piquing with his determination, “Dammit, Kitten. You feel so good.”

I can’t reply, the words lost on the m**n that holds hands with my o****m. His pressuring performance is too much for me to even tell him I’m about to come, let alone to warn him of the daunting holler that follows with it. My voice echoes in the tower, and I couldn’t be more thankful to know he doesn’t have neighbors than right now.

“Agh!” he grunts, pulling out just in time for the hot ejaculate to shoot against my inner thigh, the feeling dirty and sexy at the same damn time. My clit throbs as it falls off the hillside of delight, and he steadies his breath as he returns with a towel to brush my skin clean, “There you go, Kitten,” he mutters.

I stand straight, pulling my dark hair to the side while I aim to walk away, but his arms hook around my waist with secondary intentions. We both fall into the couch together, his body molded into my back while his hands caress and hold me like I’m a precious jewel.

I eye the setup curiously, feeling his heartbeat slam into my bare back while his hands graze across my stomach and sides sensually.

“What are you doing?” I gust.

“I’m cuddling you, dammit,” he says. “You’re not walking away from me this time.”

My lips quiver, “Wh-Why?”

“Because I know you aren’t familiar with intimacy that sticks around, Kitten.”

“What are you saying, Dimitri?”

“I’m saying that you’re not getting rid of me and that I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to hold you like you deserve to be held. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

At first, I’m uneasy.

But the longer I lay here, his innocent glints of touches and soft k****s to the back of my neck start to grow on me. I’m not going to pretend that I’ve known commitment of any kind, or that I’ve had a thrilling s*x life in the past—because I really haven’t.

Having someone tell me they’re not going anywhere, and mean it, has my heart swelling in size.

“You got your control,” I whisper, “And I got my assurance that you’re not leaving me.”

He nods behind me, his arms tightening around my h**s, “Looks that way, Kitten.”

“But we’re not actually dating, right?”

There’s a thick pause in the air after my question.

“No, we’re not a real relationship, Kitten. Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Not until we’re out of this firestorm with Alek, and not until I can take you on a real date. One where we aren’t robbed.”

I settle with that assurance, hoping he’s not like everyone who has ever promised me something, only for it to fall through. Truth is, I can’t handle another lost promise.

And I can’t imagine him losing any more control than he already has.

We’re just two broken people, on the shattered remains of our past, while hoping the cracks in the foundation don’t end up swallowing us both whole like we’re used to.